Sitting in my film studies exam this morning I came across a little moment of enlightenment. Someone had written on the desk, “Love is a pointless emotion” and it left me feeling cold, and then the thought popped into my head that the very fact that it exists as an emotion gives it meaning.

The very nature of existence is purpose

was the incredibly cool way I managed to articulate it, although I didn’t write it on the desk, because the only space was next to something about life being akin to a hard-on.